11.12.2009

Bubbles


Bubbles

Some bubbles rise up to the sky

Some bubbles don't, I don't know why

Easily popped by just one touch

Easily missed by way to much

Silent and round as we make it

Being forgotten bit by bit

Weaker and weaker as it grows

That is what happens, I suppose

Of all the ones we condemn

We don't remember all of them

Even when we continue to grow

We still wonder where they go

3 comments:

Nice and Easy Antiques said...

Toooooooooo Cuuuuuttttttteeeeeeeee!

Geezees Custom Canvas Art said...

What a cute pie!

Debra@CommonGround said...

Love this, Sue, she is just so darned cute!!